Novel & Cerita Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia

“I’m sorry you have to experience this, Mel. I wish you didn’t come here with us.” “I am here to retrieve the pearl just as I promised Lady Holly and to break the spell that Misha did to Alpha Evander. All I need is to convince her that she doesn’t have to bow down to the Ambroses and for her to come with us. I believe, just like what Alpha Randalf did to me, they also scare Misha to kill her and everyone she loves if ever she won’t do whatever Irina and her father says.” “F*ck. I will do anything to have a glass of water now.” Alec grumbled and kicked the small rock away from him.

A scowl forms on my face as I stare down at the book, afraid that this piece of clue might turn out useless and it’s the only lead that we have. “Open it! Let’s see if it’s worthless!” My tone came out slightly demanding, this book could hold information on how to get my mate in my arms again. The emotion is raging, and it’s a challenge to control it. She glares at me briefly before proceeding. “Other than a book, this seems more like a journal. Hand notes were added by my predecessors. Look, the first part is about the prophecy.” “‘The son of a werewolf alpha and a human woman, cursed by a witch will rule the magic world. He can either rule the world to peace or to its destruction.’ That do

Amelia sat very still. She’d known all of this. Intellectually. The contract. The revenge. The cruelty. But hearing it said out loud. Hearing other people discuss her like a curiosity. Like a tragedy in progress. It broke something. She came out of the stall. Washed her hands. Looked at herself in the mirror. This was the truth. The only truth that mattered. She wasn’t building trust with Penking. She was a possession he was learning to enjoy. And way three had been a lie she told herself to make survival feel like strategy.

I found myself closing my eyes as I felt defeated by the water after countless struggles to break free. Closing my eyes, the image of those that I killed blurred my vision. Hunting me as they welcome me into their world, I was being pulled by them voluntarily when suddenly the image of Amelia flashes through my face. She was smiling tenderly, she looked so innocent as her hair half covered her face, still, she was beautiful. She stretched out her right hand and got hold of my hands. She smiled at those ghosts before forcing their holds off me and dragging me out of their damn world.

“But I suggest you take a look inside that file first. And who really diverted the funds.” Damien stayed completely still. Katherina gripped the armrest tighter, her face calm but hard to read. Amelia smiled slow, cold smile. “Don’t worry,”. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to cry innocence or beg or plead.” She leaned forward, voice like a blade. “I’m here to make sure when the truth lands… it lands hard enough to ruin the right people.” She let her words sink into the room, quiet and heavy, like dust settling into the cracks of old marble.

“Adolfa may run. Adolfa may hide. Adolfa may vanish into darkness.” I Pointed at the sky. “But she belongs to me. No matter where she goes. No matter who chases her. No matter what power awakens inside her.” My final words echoed across the Spirit World: “I will find her. I will bring her home. She is mine. To be continued......... Book 2 of Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha, Will be available next year.......

The word hit me like a slap to the face. My legs wobbled beneath me, and I had to fight to stay standing. Alpha. Not Beta. This man, the one I had given myself to in a drunken haze, was Alpha Ragnar Crimson. The Undead King. The most feared Alpha in the entire realm. "Leave us," Ragnar commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The warriors hesitated for a moment before bowing their heads and filing out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with him.

Hard and daring. Amelia.

Saying this, she started walking towards her room. When she entered her room, she was shocked because the condition of her room was no better than a destroyed house. Someone had torn everything to pieces and scattered it on the floor. There was not a single book on her favorite bookshelf, all the books were lying on the floor in a torn condition. Amelia could tell that this was Jennifer's work. She must have entered her room and destroyed everything to control her anger. Amelia felt pain looking at the torn books because these books were her mother's favorite books that she had kept with great care. She picked up the torn books one by one and placed them on the shelf, then she entered the wa